a/n: There I updated a LOT sooner this time!! And you all better be
satisfied with yourselves because I spent every single moment in every
single class to write this chapter, even during the important lectures
plus I was tardy so I could finish writing!!...lol!! ALL FOR YOU!!
Anyway here it is...
Oh yeah, by the way, the song is "Hold On" by Good Charlotte. Awesome song so check it out!!
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Chapter 4: Hold On
The next morning, I awoke early, and having my things already packed, I headed downstairs. I bid goodbye to my father who merely nodded and said, "I'll write to you about the holidays." And that was all. I was happy to get out of there. Ever since my mother was gone, Malfoy Manor just seemed so empty.
I arrived at King's Cross at about 10:30 am, which gave me plenty of time to taunt some first years and gather up my crew once again. I didn't have to look far, however, before I saw a girl sprinting towards me, her blonde hair flying in her run and in her pink halter top her chest was bouncing, rather unpleasantly to me at least, and her jean capris so tight you could almost envision her exact legs beneath the cloth. (a/n: does Pansy have blonde hair? I don't remember -.-) It was none other than Pansy Parkinson, the girl that has had a crush on me for as long as I can remember. Our families were old friends, so we basically grew up together. She was pretty decent-looking, but her personality was like a balloon that fed on the air of gossip and never seemed to reach the exploding point. She seemed to idolize me and worship the ground I walked on, which actually came in handy at times, especially when I needed a slave or servant for something that I was too lazy to do myself. She smiled brightly as she leaned in, placing a smooth kiss on my cheek.
"Hey Draco!" she said with so much enthusiasm I swear her face looked like it was going to burst. My name rolled off her tongue as if it were holy. I had to almost fight back laughter; I couldn't seem to understand why Pansy hadn't given up yet. I mean, did she not realize that I wasn't interested and I never will be? Pansy was not my type in the least, and I was starting to think that no one was. And I am starving for someone that I can love, and who can love me back with a passion that can make my heart cry out in tears. Pansy interrupted my thoughts. "Draco? Aren't you going to ask me how my summer was?" she asked almost pouting.
I looked at her and said mockingly, "How was your summer, Pansy?"
She giggled at this while smacking her lips, which simply just annoyed the hell out of me. Honestly, there must be a lot of space around her brain. "It was good, but it could have been better," she said in a slightly higher tone.
"How so?" I asked with fake curiosity. I don't know why I asked this because somehow I already knew the answer.
"Because you weren't there sweetie," she said smiling sweetly.
Sweetie?! Who does she take me for?! Now I know I might sound mean, but it's not like I don't like Pansy, it's just that she pisses me off so much sometimes. I half-smiled at her. She linked her arm in mine and guided me over to the steaming train.
There were lots of people crowding everywhere and it seemed like some insane riot against summer or something. A bunch of girls giggled as I passed their group and I could hear them whispering about me. Suddenly a red-haired boy came running at me at full speed and almost knocked me over. "Watch where you're going, Weasel!" I yelled extremely annoyed. He gave me no notice and I watched as he stopped in front of a boy with unruly jet black hair, round glasses, and a smile that could brighten even the darkest room: Harry Potter. Potter looked slightly different this year, mostly he just looked older. He didn't seem to feel very comfortable as he stood there talking to the red-head.
"Draco? Draco?" Pansy called at me. I then realized I had stopped walking and was staring at Potter. "Draco, are you ok?" she asked stepping towards me.
"Yeah," I said softly, nodding my head gently. "I'm fine."
"Alright then let's go slowpoke!" she said giggling and jerking me hard in her stride.
I sighed deeply as I climbed onto the train. We headed down the hallway and started searching for an empty compartment. I was the one to find one first, and I walked inside, sitting down by the window. I looked out and found myself searching for Potter again. Now I know that sounds crazy, but when I am observing someone and then I'm pulled away against my will, I need to go back and finish what I started.
I found him almost instantly for his messy black hair really stands out in a crowd. He was actually moving towards the engine now with Weasley. I also saw that the Mudblood genius had joined them now and all three of them were smiling. I swear, people that are that happy need to be shot or something...it's really not fair. There's Potter grinning with his two loyal best friends as I sit here screaming inside. Pansy sat on my lap. I said nothing of this. What was the use? She would find some other form of annoyance anyway. My eyes were focused on the black-haired boy and him only. The trio soon boarded the train, and I was left with nothing but Pansy to look at. How defeating. Before I knew it, Crabbe and Goyle had joined us and then the train was moving.
I kept my gaze at the window. The past three months were playing back in my head like a movie you have seen too many times. I could feel the anger and pain welling up inside me. Yelling, screaming, the voice of skin vs. skin was so loud it rang in my ears. My father had laid his hands on me this summer, not for the first time, however, but this summer was much worse than any other time he had struck me. At first all he did was slap me hard across the face, but by the end of August, he was hitting me with full force in the back of my head, which I called a WHOP because that's what the sound was. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. It blurred my vision and made my ears ring. The pain was numbing and overwhelming. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes as I heard my father's horrible sneering comments and his cold cruel laughter.
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"This world, this world is cold,
But you don't, you don't have to go.
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely,
And no one seems to care.
Your mother's gone and your father hits you,
This pain you can not bear."
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And I remember those haunting moments where the slaps were intense marks of his hand laid on my face. Tears well up in my eyes; I was too afraid to ever let it out. But unwilling tears are so hard to push back on, so a tear escaped my grasp and slipped down my cheek. Then the next thing I knew he came to me. "Draco, damn it! Quit your whimpering and crying! You're a man! Suck it up!" This never helped anything, so I continued to cry. But I honestly tried to stop my tears, but even at fifteen-years old, I couldn't seem to hold them. He'll then call me pathetic and WHOP me this time. To his last point, I would constantly fall on the ground, surrendering to my tears with my trembling hands attracting to my cheeks to conceal my face. I feared him, feared him that whenever I heard his voice, I would disappear somewhere in the shadows. And when I stared into those piercing eyes, fear trapped my breath in my lungs and made my guts want to burst. The abuse affected me and tore me up. I would hide in the corner in a ball with my legs hugged to my chest with my arms holding them tightly, rocking myself back and forth, singing a song and crying. I hated it. I hated him. I gave up on tears, and I gave up on waiting for a miracle to come and save me. So I decided to turn on what fate had given me.
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"But we all bleed the same way as you do,
And we all have the same things to go through."
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At this point, I couldn't sit there any longer. I tapped Pansy on the shoulder lightly and pushed her off of me gently. "I'll be back," I said, hurrying out. I ran to the nearest sanctuary: the lavatory. I pushed open the swinging door and stumbled inside. I went into the nearest stall and shut it desperately. I put the crummy toilet seat down and sat on it. The tears had already begun when I was running and were now falling more frequently.
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"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know."
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I looked around at the graffiti on the walls, the line from the tears grew and my uniform was splotched wet from my cries of pain and anger. I thought of my father, of all the shit he had put my mother and me through. I punched the wall. Pain came to my knuckles as they grew red. From the pocket inside my cloak, I drew my green pocket knife. The blade was sharp and cold to the touch. The silver blade dorned a cobra wrapping itself around the dagger. I uncovered my lower arm to reveal my creamy white skin and glowing veins. I put the blade to my skin and shivered. 'Cold,' I thought to myself. I increased the pressure against my flesh and I pulled the knife across my arm. My skin split open and my blood of crimson red poured from the wound. Drip. Drip. My blood stained the floor beneath the toilet, and I began to cry again. The bathroom door opened and I looked up. I heard footsteps and quickly put my blade away. I sat completely still as the tears still silently slipped down my cheeks and the blood from my cut continued to fall quietly. The person was now outside my stall. "Get away!" I wanted to yell, but I found I had lost my voice currently.
"Hey, are you ok in there?" the boy asked softly.
Potter. Harry Potter was standing outside the stall door that was the boundary between him seeing me in my defeat and me wearing the mask. That voice was so easily recognizable, it was rather striking to me. He obviously lost patience and somehow managed to get the door to swing open freely. He looked at me and for the first time, I saw that he was at lost for words. He looked both shocked and confused. "Malfoy?!" he said breathlessly. I looked up at him in shame. He seemed amazed to see me crying. "Malfoy, oh my God," his eyes trailed down to my wrist which still had my blood escaping from it.
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"Your days, you say they're way too long,
And your nights, you can't sleep at all,
Hold on.
And you're not sure what you're waiting for,
But you don't want to no more,
You're not sure what you're looking for,
But you don't want to no more."
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"Potter, please, just go," I said with a small squeak in my voice.
He ignored my plea. He reached out and touched the river of blood, getting some on his pale fingers. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Malfoy?" he said gently. He looked into my eyes with his striking emerald ones.
"I... I'm fine, ok? Just go!" I said desperately as more tears escaped my eyes.
"Malfoy, calm down. I'm not going anywhere," he said softly.
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"But we all bleed the same way as you do,
And we all have the same things to go through."
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Potter, what the hell do you think you are doing with your shirt? He ripped off a piece of his t-shirt that he was wearing and began wrapping my wrist while holding my hand for easier wrapping. As much as I wanted to pull away from him, I couldn't. Somehow I felt safe in his presence and that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. It was a rather odd feeling...I mean I felt cared for. "Don't tell anyone about this, Potter, or you're dead," I said seriously, but with a slightly amused tone.
"Obviously, Malfoy. What would people think if they knew I didn't let you die?" he said smiling.
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"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop looking you're one step closer,
Don't stop searching its not over.
Hold on."
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Again, that brilliant smile. He finished wrapping me up, although still holding my hand, and then looked at me seriously. "Look, Malfoy, I don't know what happened to you to make you do this, but I really think that this is not the way out. You can't give up. I know it's hard...believe me, sometimes I think death is better than this hell I call life, but you gotta hold on, Malfoy, somehow. Don't let life defeat you like that." He squeezed my hand lightly.
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"What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...what are you waiting for?"
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Wow. Potter wasn't exactly born yesterday, was he? And as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I couldn't let my father get the best of me like that. I looked down at his hand in mine. His hand fit in mine so perfectly, like two missing pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. He suddenly pulled it away. I looked up at him. He was blushing lightly.
"Sorry," he managed, his blush growing deeper.
I smiled. It was my first true smile in months. Potter in all his innocence was blushing. It was rather cute, I must admit. He then smiled back at me.
"Wow, Malfoy, I didn't know your face muscles could even create such an expression!" he said grinning.
"Shut it, Potter," I said, still smiling.
"Well, I better get back. Ron and Hermione will be wondering."
I nodded. He turned and walked towards the door. "Potter?" I said suddenly. He turned and looked at me. "Thanks," I said softly.
He smiled and nodded. "What are enemies for?" he said smirking, and then he walked out.
I watched as the door swung slowly back into place.
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"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop looking you're one step closer,
Don't stop searching its not over.
Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Hold on."
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a/n: WELL what did you think?? Personally, I thought it was so cute!! And said....very sad...Lol...I am so in love with them it's kinda creepy tehe. Did you hate Pansy? I thought she was absolutely obnoxious...even while writing it I was like "Oh my God, she is so annoying!!" lol!! Alright so you know what to do if you want more....go down to that little pull down menu in the bottom left-hand corner and go to Post Review. Come on you know you want to!! It's calling your name...and besides it's the only way I'll write more so you better get reviewing!! :P I am so evil, aren't I?
I learned something new while writing this chapter. My editor and one of my best friends, Theresa Vo, actually went through the same thing that Draco did. I had no idea of this and when I told her the idea she explained everything and said she wanted to write some of it. She donated quite a large paragraph to the chapter so kisses Theresa!! Your father knows not what he is saying when he is ashamed you are his daughter. You are one of the most amazing people I know and I will love you forever!!
Thank yous:
Theresa Vo: Thanks for your parts to the writing!! You don't know how much you mean to me!! And as I said above, I'll love you forever!!
Sandra: Thanks also for your helping in the writing during the part of Draco slitting his wrists!! Love you sooo much and I am so sad you are leaving because you're a senior and you leave on Friday!! :'( We have to stay in touch!! Love you!!
Lil' Eowyn: Thanks again for your review!! I hope you like this chapter!! Lol and you are also on my "Author Alert List" :D I miss you and you better update soon like I said or you know what'll happen...and yes this is a threat...and yes this is a promise!! :D
SunGoddess1: I know that you tried to review me!! Well you can next time!! At least you cared enough to send me an email about it lol...thanks a lot!! :D
Sam: Thanks hun!! Hope you keep reading!!
Sareena Falcon: Thanks a lot...and I'm glad you like it!!
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!! MORE "LOVE BITES" COMING SOON!!!
Love you all--Pat
Oh yeah, by the way, the song is "Hold On" by Good Charlotte. Awesome song so check it out!!
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Chapter 4: Hold On
The next morning, I awoke early, and having my things already packed, I headed downstairs. I bid goodbye to my father who merely nodded and said, "I'll write to you about the holidays." And that was all. I was happy to get out of there. Ever since my mother was gone, Malfoy Manor just seemed so empty.
I arrived at King's Cross at about 10:30 am, which gave me plenty of time to taunt some first years and gather up my crew once again. I didn't have to look far, however, before I saw a girl sprinting towards me, her blonde hair flying in her run and in her pink halter top her chest was bouncing, rather unpleasantly to me at least, and her jean capris so tight you could almost envision her exact legs beneath the cloth. (a/n: does Pansy have blonde hair? I don't remember -.-) It was none other than Pansy Parkinson, the girl that has had a crush on me for as long as I can remember. Our families were old friends, so we basically grew up together. She was pretty decent-looking, but her personality was like a balloon that fed on the air of gossip and never seemed to reach the exploding point. She seemed to idolize me and worship the ground I walked on, which actually came in handy at times, especially when I needed a slave or servant for something that I was too lazy to do myself. She smiled brightly as she leaned in, placing a smooth kiss on my cheek.
"Hey Draco!" she said with so much enthusiasm I swear her face looked like it was going to burst. My name rolled off her tongue as if it were holy. I had to almost fight back laughter; I couldn't seem to understand why Pansy hadn't given up yet. I mean, did she not realize that I wasn't interested and I never will be? Pansy was not my type in the least, and I was starting to think that no one was. And I am starving for someone that I can love, and who can love me back with a passion that can make my heart cry out in tears. Pansy interrupted my thoughts. "Draco? Aren't you going to ask me how my summer was?" she asked almost pouting.
I looked at her and said mockingly, "How was your summer, Pansy?"
She giggled at this while smacking her lips, which simply just annoyed the hell out of me. Honestly, there must be a lot of space around her brain. "It was good, but it could have been better," she said in a slightly higher tone.
"How so?" I asked with fake curiosity. I don't know why I asked this because somehow I already knew the answer.
"Because you weren't there sweetie," she said smiling sweetly.
Sweetie?! Who does she take me for?! Now I know I might sound mean, but it's not like I don't like Pansy, it's just that she pisses me off so much sometimes. I half-smiled at her. She linked her arm in mine and guided me over to the steaming train.
There were lots of people crowding everywhere and it seemed like some insane riot against summer or something. A bunch of girls giggled as I passed their group and I could hear them whispering about me. Suddenly a red-haired boy came running at me at full speed and almost knocked me over. "Watch where you're going, Weasel!" I yelled extremely annoyed. He gave me no notice and I watched as he stopped in front of a boy with unruly jet black hair, round glasses, and a smile that could brighten even the darkest room: Harry Potter. Potter looked slightly different this year, mostly he just looked older. He didn't seem to feel very comfortable as he stood there talking to the red-head.
"Draco? Draco?" Pansy called at me. I then realized I had stopped walking and was staring at Potter. "Draco, are you ok?" she asked stepping towards me.
"Yeah," I said softly, nodding my head gently. "I'm fine."
"Alright then let's go slowpoke!" she said giggling and jerking me hard in her stride.
I sighed deeply as I climbed onto the train. We headed down the hallway and started searching for an empty compartment. I was the one to find one first, and I walked inside, sitting down by the window. I looked out and found myself searching for Potter again. Now I know that sounds crazy, but when I am observing someone and then I'm pulled away against my will, I need to go back and finish what I started.
I found him almost instantly for his messy black hair really stands out in a crowd. He was actually moving towards the engine now with Weasley. I also saw that the Mudblood genius had joined them now and all three of them were smiling. I swear, people that are that happy need to be shot or something...it's really not fair. There's Potter grinning with his two loyal best friends as I sit here screaming inside. Pansy sat on my lap. I said nothing of this. What was the use? She would find some other form of annoyance anyway. My eyes were focused on the black-haired boy and him only. The trio soon boarded the train, and I was left with nothing but Pansy to look at. How defeating. Before I knew it, Crabbe and Goyle had joined us and then the train was moving.
I kept my gaze at the window. The past three months were playing back in my head like a movie you have seen too many times. I could feel the anger and pain welling up inside me. Yelling, screaming, the voice of skin vs. skin was so loud it rang in my ears. My father had laid his hands on me this summer, not for the first time, however, but this summer was much worse than any other time he had struck me. At first all he did was slap me hard across the face, but by the end of August, he was hitting me with full force in the back of my head, which I called a WHOP because that's what the sound was. This was the worst pain I had ever felt. It blurred my vision and made my ears ring. The pain was numbing and overwhelming. I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes as I heard my father's horrible sneering comments and his cold cruel laughter.
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"This world, this world is cold,
But you don't, you don't have to go.
You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely,
And no one seems to care.
Your mother's gone and your father hits you,
This pain you can not bear."
---------------------------------
And I remember those haunting moments where the slaps were intense marks of his hand laid on my face. Tears well up in my eyes; I was too afraid to ever let it out. But unwilling tears are so hard to push back on, so a tear escaped my grasp and slipped down my cheek. Then the next thing I knew he came to me. "Draco, damn it! Quit your whimpering and crying! You're a man! Suck it up!" This never helped anything, so I continued to cry. But I honestly tried to stop my tears, but even at fifteen-years old, I couldn't seem to hold them. He'll then call me pathetic and WHOP me this time. To his last point, I would constantly fall on the ground, surrendering to my tears with my trembling hands attracting to my cheeks to conceal my face. I feared him, feared him that whenever I heard his voice, I would disappear somewhere in the shadows. And when I stared into those piercing eyes, fear trapped my breath in my lungs and made my guts want to burst. The abuse affected me and tore me up. I would hide in the corner in a ball with my legs hugged to my chest with my arms holding them tightly, rocking myself back and forth, singing a song and crying. I hated it. I hated him. I gave up on tears, and I gave up on waiting for a miracle to come and save me. So I decided to turn on what fate had given me.
---------------------------------
"But we all bleed the same way as you do,
And we all have the same things to go through."
---------------------------------
At this point, I couldn't sit there any longer. I tapped Pansy on the shoulder lightly and pushed her off of me gently. "I'll be back," I said, hurrying out. I ran to the nearest sanctuary: the lavatory. I pushed open the swinging door and stumbled inside. I went into the nearest stall and shut it desperately. I put the crummy toilet seat down and sat on it. The tears had already begun when I was running and were now falling more frequently.
---------------------------------
"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know."
---------------------------------
I looked around at the graffiti on the walls, the line from the tears grew and my uniform was splotched wet from my cries of pain and anger. I thought of my father, of all the shit he had put my mother and me through. I punched the wall. Pain came to my knuckles as they grew red. From the pocket inside my cloak, I drew my green pocket knife. The blade was sharp and cold to the touch. The silver blade dorned a cobra wrapping itself around the dagger. I uncovered my lower arm to reveal my creamy white skin and glowing veins. I put the blade to my skin and shivered. 'Cold,' I thought to myself. I increased the pressure against my flesh and I pulled the knife across my arm. My skin split open and my blood of crimson red poured from the wound. Drip. Drip. My blood stained the floor beneath the toilet, and I began to cry again. The bathroom door opened and I looked up. I heard footsteps and quickly put my blade away. I sat completely still as the tears still silently slipped down my cheeks and the blood from my cut continued to fall quietly. The person was now outside my stall. "Get away!" I wanted to yell, but I found I had lost my voice currently.
"Hey, are you ok in there?" the boy asked softly.
Potter. Harry Potter was standing outside the stall door that was the boundary between him seeing me in my defeat and me wearing the mask. That voice was so easily recognizable, it was rather striking to me. He obviously lost patience and somehow managed to get the door to swing open freely. He looked at me and for the first time, I saw that he was at lost for words. He looked both shocked and confused. "Malfoy?!" he said breathlessly. I looked up at him in shame. He seemed amazed to see me crying. "Malfoy, oh my God," his eyes trailed down to my wrist which still had my blood escaping from it.
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"Your days, you say they're way too long,
And your nights, you can't sleep at all,
Hold on.
And you're not sure what you're waiting for,
But you don't want to no more,
You're not sure what you're looking for,
But you don't want to no more."
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"Potter, please, just go," I said with a small squeak in my voice.
He ignored my plea. He reached out and touched the river of blood, getting some on his pale fingers. "Why are you doing this to yourself, Malfoy?" he said gently. He looked into my eyes with his striking emerald ones.
"I... I'm fine, ok? Just go!" I said desperately as more tears escaped my eyes.
"Malfoy, calm down. I'm not going anywhere," he said softly.
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"But we all bleed the same way as you do,
And we all have the same things to go through."
---------------------------------
Potter, what the hell do you think you are doing with your shirt? He ripped off a piece of his t-shirt that he was wearing and began wrapping my wrist while holding my hand for easier wrapping. As much as I wanted to pull away from him, I couldn't. Somehow I felt safe in his presence and that he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. It was a rather odd feeling...I mean I felt cared for. "Don't tell anyone about this, Potter, or you're dead," I said seriously, but with a slightly amused tone.
"Obviously, Malfoy. What would people think if they knew I didn't let you die?" he said smiling.
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"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop looking you're one step closer,
Don't stop searching its not over.
Hold on."
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Again, that brilliant smile. He finished wrapping me up, although still holding my hand, and then looked at me seriously. "Look, Malfoy, I don't know what happened to you to make you do this, but I really think that this is not the way out. You can't give up. I know it's hard...believe me, sometimes I think death is better than this hell I call life, but you gotta hold on, Malfoy, somehow. Don't let life defeat you like that." He squeezed my hand lightly.
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"What are you looking for?
What are you waiting for?
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Go ahead...what are you waiting for?"
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Wow. Potter wasn't exactly born yesterday, was he? And as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I couldn't let my father get the best of me like that. I looked down at his hand in mine. His hand fit in mine so perfectly, like two missing pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. He suddenly pulled it away. I looked up at him. He was blushing lightly.
"Sorry," he managed, his blush growing deeper.
I smiled. It was my first true smile in months. Potter in all his innocence was blushing. It was rather cute, I must admit. He then smiled back at me.
"Wow, Malfoy, I didn't know your face muscles could even create such an expression!" he said grinning.
"Shut it, Potter," I said, still smiling.
"Well, I better get back. Ron and Hermione will be wondering."
I nodded. He turned and walked towards the door. "Potter?" I said suddenly. He turned and looked at me. "Thanks," I said softly.
He smiled and nodded. "What are enemies for?" he said smirking, and then he walked out.
I watched as the door swung slowly back into place.
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"Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Don't stop looking you're one step closer,
Don't stop searching its not over.
Hold on, if you feel like letting go.
Hold on, it gets better than you know.
Hold on."
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a/n: WELL what did you think?? Personally, I thought it was so cute!! And said....very sad...Lol...I am so in love with them it's kinda creepy tehe. Did you hate Pansy? I thought she was absolutely obnoxious...even while writing it I was like "Oh my God, she is so annoying!!" lol!! Alright so you know what to do if you want more....go down to that little pull down menu in the bottom left-hand corner and go to Post Review. Come on you know you want to!! It's calling your name...and besides it's the only way I'll write more so you better get reviewing!! :P I am so evil, aren't I?
I learned something new while writing this chapter. My editor and one of my best friends, Theresa Vo, actually went through the same thing that Draco did. I had no idea of this and when I told her the idea she explained everything and said she wanted to write some of it. She donated quite a large paragraph to the chapter so kisses Theresa!! Your father knows not what he is saying when he is ashamed you are his daughter. You are one of the most amazing people I know and I will love you forever!!
Thank yous:
Theresa Vo: Thanks for your parts to the writing!! You don't know how much you mean to me!! And as I said above, I'll love you forever!!
Sandra: Thanks also for your helping in the writing during the part of Draco slitting his wrists!! Love you sooo much and I am so sad you are leaving because you're a senior and you leave on Friday!! :'( We have to stay in touch!! Love you!!
Lil' Eowyn: Thanks again for your review!! I hope you like this chapter!! Lol and you are also on my "Author Alert List" :D I miss you and you better update soon like I said or you know what'll happen...and yes this is a threat...and yes this is a promise!! :D
SunGoddess1: I know that you tried to review me!! Well you can next time!! At least you cared enough to send me an email about it lol...thanks a lot!! :D
Sam: Thanks hun!! Hope you keep reading!!
Sareena Falcon: Thanks a lot...and I'm glad you like it!!
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!! MORE "LOVE BITES" COMING SOON!!!
Love you all--Pat